Geert JM Vanderkelen

Every time I pass by a hotel in the city, an over sized guy is patiently waiting, sitting on an uncomfortable chair, for guests. It is a weird looking lobby really. Just a few chairs and some kind of counter with a laptop on it.
I’m only passing by for two seconds trying to absorb more information of the room. He’s always looking back, spying on the pedestrians, hoping one would enter. It makes me think of a spider that forgot to spin a web.
He’s the manager I guess, or just the night watchman. I find it courageous or just plain stupid to sit on such a chair!